Goomba

I want to get out
I want to run away
I want to move far away
I'll burn all the bridges,In my way
Just to get out, I won't stay
I will not look back
just run for the hills
and down to the fields
where the grass lays
hold in each breath
as I taste the air
sweet taste of freedom, retribution
here's to bleeding them dry
when they cry as you walk away
never look back, salt pillared stack
of lost hopes of regret
As I sit in this room
listening to tunes
louder then I ever thought
dreaming a lie, that's all right, with me.
as I crank up the volume
freedom rings beautifully
the sounds in me ears
silence my fears
hold in each breath
as I taste the air
sweet taste of victory
a new home is won
with the loss of a son
who grew up too fast
so miss understood
that you treat him, like shit
having your fits, and making mothers cry
today is a perfect day to say good bye
good bye